When I was first trying to capture my ideas in stories, I was always stymmied by my own clumsy words, which never sufficed to capture the story in the least. The truth is that my writing ability, my grammar and sentence structure, my knowledge of technical issues like how many words to put in a scene, how to describe setting, how to convey dialog, how to outline a novel and keep at it, until the draft was complete... yes, all that was lacking. I carried on, which turned out to be the right thing to do. First of all, you can't learn any of the technical bits of writing without writing . But second of all, and most importantly, I learned that I will never capture that perfect novel, that perfect expression of character, that faceted jewel made of words through which the perfect idea shines, because it is as elusive as heaven. It is a dream of perfection, but books are like people, they are imperfect but beloved anyway, because they are real. They can point to something, even if they...